Here's a tale of Tom
Who worked the railroads long
His wife would cook his meal
As he would change the wheelPoor Tom, Seventh Son, Always knew what's goin on
Ain't a thing that you can hide from Tom
There ain't nothing that you can hide from TomWorked for thirty years
Sharing hopes and fears
Dreamin' of the day
He could turn and sayPoor Tom, work's done, been lazin' out in the noonday sunAin't a thing that you can hide from TomHis wife was Annie Mae
With any man a game she'd play
When Tom was out of town
She couldn't keep her dress downPoor Tom, Seventh Son, always knew what's goin onAin't a thing that you can hide from TomAnd so it was one day
People got to Annie Mae (?)
Tom stood, a gun in his hand
And stopped her runnin' aroundPoor Tom, Seventh Son, gotta die for what you've doneAll those years of work are thrown away
To ease your mind is that all you can say?But what about that grandson on your knee?
Them railroad songs, Tom would sing to meAin't nothing that you can hide from TomKeep-a Truckin'
Songwriters
PAGE, JAMES PATRICK (JIMMY)/PLANT, ROBERT ANTHONYPublished by
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.